"Harry, order is also a truth, whether it is a cold, eternal law of the world, or from the construction of intelligent life, the essence of order will not change, it belongs to the essence of truth, it is equally vast, and it is equally inoffensive."

Edward's blue eyes exuded a faint glow.

"I yearn for the truth, and in the same way, I will master the order."

"I'm not challenging the order, I'm not overthrowing the order, what I'm going to do is to blend in with the order, and what I'm going to do is not to destroy the order, but to maintain it."

"Maintain order?!" Harry looked at Edward suspiciously, he didn't understand what the other meant.

Looking at the two people who were puzzled, Edward smiled and said softly.

"The sun will surely rise in the east, the water will flow low, the earth will move, and so on, these are the order of the world; It is wrong to kill, it is wrong to rob, it is not right to be arrogant, it is not right to be greedy, people should be kind, people should be happy, this is the order that belongs to us, an order that intelligent beings agree with in their hearts......"

"What I want to do is not to fight against this order, on the contrary, I want to be the maintainer of order, the spokesperson of order!"

Speaking of this, Edward looked at the two of them with thoughtful faces, the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of arc, and his eyes were glowing with coldness.

"In this process, in order to make the order more harmonious, I will remove the unreasonable, rotten and backward things in it."

"In the name of order, use the power of order to strangle the existence of defilement of order."

"In the meantime, I need allies." Edward looked at Harry.

"Is this your ambition?" Harry looked at Edward, complicated.

"Perhaps, you will succeed, but, have you thought about it? What kind of difference will you make in the world by doing this? ”

"How terrible is an era of superhuman beings. It's not about force, it's about wisdom, it's about people's self-consciousness. Harry's tone trembled a little, that terrible scene, just thinking about it, Harry felt his body tremble, and his soul was terrified.

Edward gave Harry a surprised look and said in admiration.

"Harry, you're better than I thought you would."

"That's right, a strong person must have a strong sense of autonomy. Even a cowardly and unassertive person will become stronger, more autonomous, or more self-egoistic, after gaining great power. ”

"The strong are always strong, and the strong are self." Edward said in admiration.

But man's desires, his heart, are as obscure as the truth. This terrible thing will become more and more terrifying and unpredictable as the power becomes stronger. ”

"How are you going to do that?" Harry had a complicated expression.

Edward shook his head: "I don't need to do anything!" ”

"If there is, it is to observe the great changes in the future civilization, whether it is eternal immortality or momentary splendor, what I want to do is to learn and be in awe. That's what I'm here for."

"The wisdom that belongs to civilization is worth learning from, the splendor and splendor that belongs to civilization is what I need to be in awe, I don't care if she will be out of my control in the future, I only care if the future is wonderful!"

"All men are sinful, but there is a way out of life, isn't it?"

Unbelieving, or believing, Harry was extremely ambivalent.

"Why choose me?" Harry asked again.

Edward chuckled and shook his head.

"It's not me who chooses you, it's fate that chooses you."

"I need a strong partner, and this partner must at least make me believe that I have to be talented, and I happen to be by my side and choose you. I can only say that it is a choice of fate......"

……

The clouds were low to the ground, the oppressors were out of breath, the pedestrians were hurrying, and Harry was staggering down the street.

Looking at the fortified castle in front of him, Harry's pale face became more and more complicated. The heavy atmosphere made him breathless from oppression.

Click!

Step into this place that brings him unpleasant memories.

"Welcome home, Harry." On the couch in the hall, an old figure, sitting there, was none other than his father, Norman Osborne.

The room was a little dark.

Harry clasped his hands around him, as if to bring him some warmth, and his eyes scanned the place that had given him vague memories.

"It's a little dark in the room, you'll get used to it. It loves the dark. The old voice sounded again, a little weak.

Harry, who walked into the room, his eyes swept over Norman's body, and there was trepidation in the depths, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure in front of him, and said in a complicated tone.

"Dad...... Father. ”

"I hate the look in your eyes, it's like looking at a stranger." Norman Osborne's old wrinkled face was filled with disgust.

"You're my son, Harry!" Norman reprimanded.

This sentence was like a sharp arrow piercing directly into Harry's psyche, and something that was suppressed in the bottom of his heart, accompanied by a gushing pain, rushed out!

"You abandoned me first!!" Harry snarled under his breath, his original mildness gone, his eyes fluctuating violently.

"Do you remember?! You sent me to boarding school when I was eleven years old and I haven't seen you since!! ”

"When I was sixteen, I received a birthday present, a gift from Osborne, a bottle of whiscard. It reads, please laugh, Osborne! “

"Ha, ridiculous gift, isn't it?!"

"A gift from a father to his son!!" Harry looked at his father with a bruise on his neck.

"From you, I never received care from my father!!"

"Every birthday, coming-of-age ceremony, graduation ceremony, never ......"

"All I get are ridiculous gifts, this is my father, are you going to give it to me!!" Harry asked with a growl as he looked at his father.

Looking at his son, Norman took a deep breath, his eyes were like a deep pool, and he couldn't see the bottom. A weak voice echoed through the gloomy room.

"I never expected you to forgive me, just like I never believed in miracles!"

"You can't understand your childhood, you will be sacrificed by something more important. It's not for me, it's for you! Harry, my son!! “

Norman's figure is a little weak, and his own skin is even more wrinkled, showing an abnormal aging. However, in such a weakened body, there is a crazy will.

A pair of eyes, exuding an oppressive gaze.

"Your hands are already twitching, aren't they?!"

"When you're lying in bed and your hand starts to twitch, it's hidden under your skin, lurking in your body, waiting for the moment to show up."

PS: For online articles, I'm just a newcomer, and I wrote this book, one for interest, and the other for making some extra money.

Although interest is interesting and creative, it is difficult to repeat it day after day.

It's been two weeks since I signed up, however, there is still no recommendation. I don't know how to judge whether a book has a market or not, whether it has value, I only know how much attention the editor attaches to it.

There is a market and it is valued. For the grasp of the market, I am definitely not as good as the old man. Maybe this type of book has no market, few people subscribe, and I don't know how long it can last~

Alas, it's very helpless, maybe I should go and take a look, those books have a market and are more valued, and turn to write about other topics.

I don't know, if I write too much, people are a little second~~, it seems that the whole world has abandoned me~~